time

and amazing thing that time can do

heal all wounds and decay the flesh as well

what is responsible for endless marches

and chronic motion that seems to ail us

as we work to waste it distract from its passing

entertaining illusions to make it go down easy

and hair grows longer, gets cut, turns gray

but recordings of history miraculously stay

in tact though their message is polluted by change

and it moves and it moves and it moves us away

and toward some destiny that no one can see

some have grand ideas, yet no one can be

there except the creator, you see it's not linear

just a million wide spots in the road

chained together on a highway but really

we only see that because of memory

if we couldn't think of such things we'd be scrambling

from moment to moment without so much as a second thought

but we don't so we write keep tradition and tell stories

about the history of all that we've noticed

occurs in the world and the function of changes

the documentations of several differing patterns of decay

physical first, spiritual second, then moral societal

all depending on the perspective of the individual

but somehow nothing important gets lost,

or at least that which we lose turns out not to be

and we live on.